The next day, the function hall slowly began to fill as guests arrived one by one, dressed in elegant attire and whispering curiously among themselves about the mysterious boy whose sketch had been published everywhere. The hall was beautifully decorated with flowers, shimmering lights, and a grand stage set at the center, as if waiting for a special moment to unfold. Rose, dressed in a royal gown, looked radiant yet restless, her eyes constantly turning toward the entrance, her heart beating faster with every passing minute. Daniel and Mary stood near the entrance, welcoming guests but secretly watching the clock. As it neared 1 p.m., a sleek car stopped outside the gate, and a young man stepped out, carrying boxes of sweets with his workers behind him. He was tall, graceful, and carried himself with quiet confidence. The moment he walked into the hall, time seemed to pause. Rose, who was standing near the stage, slowly turned—and her eyes widened in disbelief. It was him. The same face. The same eyes. The same presence she had seen in her dreams countless times. Her hands trembled, and without realizing, she began walking toward him, step by step, as if drawn by destiny itself. The boy, Max, looked up as he sensed someone approaching, and their eyes met for the very first time in reality. A strange silence filled the hall. The crowd watched in curiosity, but for Rose and Max, nothing else existed in that moment. It felt as if two souls, separated by dreams, had finally found each other in the real world.
